The Making of a SlutChapter 1

Desc: Sex Story: Chapter 1 - She looked like a slut, she sometimes acted like a slut, so I decided to make her a slut.

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Okay, so it was a rotten thing to do, but then I've never said I was a nice guy, and what's more, no one else has ever said it either. I am what I am and always have been and Mike should have known that. Hell, anyone who has known me for more than twenty-four hours would have known what I'd do and Mike has known me for over fifteen years.

Barbara Jean was Mike's wife and I've wanted to stick a dick in her since the first time I laid eyes on her. Barbara Jean, everyone called her BJ for short (and didn't the guys all have fun with that), wasn't a spectacularly beautiful woman and I doubt that anyone ever called her gorgeous, but she had a certain something about her. Call it sex appeal, call it an aura, but she had something that gave you an immediate boner whenever you saw her. Maybe it was her slutty looks or the slutty way she acted sometimes, I don't know. What I did know was that if I ever got a chance I was going to fuck her. Don't misunderstand me here, Barbara Jean wasn't a slut or if she was nobody that I knew knew it, but she dressed like a slut and talked like a slut and God but did it ever turn me on.

Mike and BJ met in high school, married right after graduation and then they went out, found jobs and went to work building a life for themselves. BJ started out as a file clerk, took some typing and shorthand classes at the local community college, and worked her way up to become secretary to the owner of the local plant.

Mike got a job in the plant as a pressman, but that wasn't what he really wanted to do with his life. Mike wanted to be an electronics technician, but there were no trade schools in the area and the community college didn't offer any electronics courses so Mike did what we all thought was a boneheaded play. Mike joined the Army Reserves. Some sorry assed recruiter told Mike that if he joined up the Army would send him to school and teach him whatever he wanted. Mike bit and signed on the dotted line. Then, to the surprise of all of us, the Army did just what they said they would. They sent Mike to school and taught him all he needed to know about electronics and computers and then over the course of the next eight years they kept sending him back to school for refresher courses. Mike parlayed all that into a high paying job and eventually he started his own business.

The problem was that Mike was a Yellow Dog Democrat and we all know what Republicans do to people like that — fuck them every chance they get! The Republican in the White House looked out and saw that Mike was sitting there, fat, dumb and happy, and he said, "Fuck you boy, I'm sending your ass to Iraq." Mike's reserve unit was called up for active duty.

Like I said, Mike has known me for over fifteen years and he should have known better, but somewhere along the way he must have suffered "brain fade." I live three doors down from Mike and one Saturday morning Mike knocked on my door.

"I need a huge favor from you Rich. Somebody has to keep an eye on BJ for me while I'm gone. You know, take care of the little shit that always seems to go wrong, leaky faucets, dead car batteries and stuff like that. I'd like to be able to tell BJ that she can count on you if she has problems."

What she can count on, I thought to myself, is that I'll be one of her problems, but what I said was, "Sure Mike, I'll take care of her until you get back."

"Thanks Rich. I'll owe you a big one."

Two days later Mike was gone and I began to think of ways that I could "help" Barbara Jean.

It is said that "Absence makes the heart grow fonder," but I was banking on "Lack of sex makes one extremely horny." I had no idea what kind of sex life Mike and BJ had, but I was counting on it being enough that she would begin to miss it. I figured that I would give her a month before I made my move. From the day Mike left I made it a point to stop and see BJ or give her a call several times a week to see if she was okay. During the third week I had several friends over for a barbecue and I invited BJ. At first she said no, but I worked on her and convinced her that she needed to get out of the house occasionally while Mike was gone. I behaved myself, played the part of perfect host and saw to it that she had a nice time. A week later I gave a small dinner party and again convinced her that she needed to get out. She came, had an enjoyable time and when she left to walk home I said to myself, "Next time you slutty looking wench, you'll be mine."

After you hit thirty all a birthday is is an excuse to have a party. Mine fell on a Friday, which meant that the party could be big, boisterous and long since no one had to go to work the next day. Naturally I invited BJ and since she now knew that she come over to my place, have a good time and then go home safe and sound, she said she would come. At the barbecue and dinner party I had taken care to see that BJ's drinks were watered down, but not at my birthday party. Oh no, every drink BJ got was a double or a triple and I made sure that her glass was always full. Halfway through the party BJ was half in the bag. Not falling down drunk, but in that happy state that some drunks reach where everything is funny to them. Charlie Martin, one of the swifter guys that I know, came up to me and asked, "Are you doing what I think you are doing?"

Things were moving along a little faster than I had planned. BJ had gotten drunk quicker than I had expected and she was in the state I wanted her while the party was still going strong. A good host does not neglect his guests, but it was my birthday, my gift to myself was ready to be unwrapped and so I abandoned my guests to their own devices and slowly eased BJ out of the herd.

She was giggling and acting silly as I maneuvered her toward the bedroom. Her words were slurred when she asked, "Where are we going?"

"I have a surprise for you."

"What kind of surprise?"

"One that should tingle your toes."

She giggled and said, "How do you know what tingles my toes?"

"A little birdie told me."

I got her in the bedroom and I left the light off. "Close your eyes and wait just a moment while I go and get him."

"Get who?"

"Mike. He snuck away from camp and he wants to surprise you."

"Mike? Here? Now?"

"Yes, and he will get in trouble if he gets caught so no one can know that he is here. Here, finish your drink and I'll go and get you another one while you get undressed for him. He told me to tell you that he can't talk. If anyone hears his voice and they find out he was here he could get court martialed and sent to Leavenworth for ten years so you have to play this cool."

I wasn't sure that it would work, but hey, if she was blotto enough it had a good chance.

"Just keep the lights off and the room dark so no one will be able to see him. He has to hurry so he can get back before they miss him and report him AWOL so hurry up and get undressed. Remember, it has to be kept a secret, okay?"

BJ giggled and said, "I can keep good secrets."

That's good, I thought, because after this weekend you'll have a lot of them you'll want to keep. I took her empty glass and stepped out of the room and went looking for Charlie.

"Still want a taste?"

"You bet."

"Give me ten minutes and then quietly sneak into the bedroom. No noise and don't talk at all. I've got her thinking that Mike snuck away from camp and I hope she's drunk enough to buy it. Be ready to spell me. I want to keep a cock in her as long as possible."

"I can get a couple of more guys if that would help."

"Why not. The more the merrier. I want to turn her into a slut and I plan on making her my slut until Mike comes home."

"Consider it a done deal."

I opened the door and slipped back into the bedroom. In the darkness I could make out BJ's naked body on the bed and as the door closed behind me she slurred, "Mikey, is that you Mikey?"

"Yes my love," I whispered, "It's me."

I quickly undressed and made my way to the bed and as I climbed on Barbara Jean spread her legs and said, "Hurry Mikey, hurry. I've missed you baby,"

That surprised me. Not that she missed him, but that she wanted to get right down to doing the nasty. Given as long as Mike had been gone I would have thought that there would be hugs and kisses first, but who was I to argue with the lady? She wanted cock so cock she would have. I lined myself up and pushed. She was tight, too tight, so I pulled away and lowered my head so I could suck her tits while I finger fucked her to loosen her up. As soon as I felt some moisture I moved back between her legs and tried again. That time it was much better and three strokes had me bottomed out in her cunt. I started fucking BJ slowly at first. I needed to be in the saddle when Charlie came in. BJ was squirming under me and moaning, "Oh Mikey, oh Mikey." She was pushing up at me and her pussy felt like a furnace.

I heard Charlie come in (and I prayed that BJ hadn't) and I started to pick up the pace. BJ had her legs locked behind mine and she was chanting, "Oh yes, oh yes, so good, so good Mikey, so good." I pulled out of her and she cried out, "No, no, not yet, please, not yet," but I was only out of her long enough to pick her legs up and put them up on my shoulders. I slammed my cock back into her and began to fuck her hard and fast. She cried out, "Oh God yes. Fuck me Mikey, fuck me. Make me cum baby, make me cum." I drove into her, hard, fast strokes and she cried out, "Oh yessssss" as she had an orgasm. Three strokes later and I had mine. I quickly dismounted and Charlie immediately took my place and started boning BJ. I stood off to the side and caught my breath for a minute or so and then it was time for stage two. On the bed BJ was crying out, "Fuck me Mikey, fuck me hard honey, so good, oh god so good." I moved quietly to the bed and before BJ could realize what was going on I shoved my cock in her mouth and grabbed her head with both hands. I felt her stiffen and she tried to say something, but all that came out of her mouth was an unrecognizable gurgle. She seemed to struggle for just a second or two and then her body shook and a muffled scream escaped past my cock as Charlie brought her to another orgasm.

I started stroking into her mouth as my soft cock started to stiffen. Charlie was banging away and BJ had another small climax and by the time it was over she was moaning again and I felt her lips start to move on my cock. Curious, I let go of her head and she kept sucking on me. By the time Charlie said he was read to shoot I was rock hard and ready and when Charlie pulled out of BJ I quickly moved to take his place. I grabbed her and rolled her over and got her up on her knees and then I fucked her from behind. Strangely, or at least I thought it was strange, not a word came from BJ as Charlie and I made the swap and then it was too late for her to talk as Charlie had lain down and pulled her head down onto his cock. After a couple of minutes I said, "Go get help Charlie; I'll keep her busy until you get back."

He dressed quickly and left the room and I kept feeding the meat to BJ. She had her head down on the pillow and was moaning as I fucked her pussy using long, hard strokes, but keeping the speed down so I wouldn't cum before I had some relief. The plan was o make sure that BJ was never without a cock for longer than it took for one man to get out of the way so another could take his place.

Several minutes went by before Charlie was back with Ben, Mel and Harry. As the four men got naked I picked up the tempo and as soon as I started to fuck BJ hard and fast she began crying out again, "Oh yes, like that, like that. Oh Jesus, oh god fuck me, make me cum."

I wanted to cum with her, but I couldn't hold out and my cock erupted and splashed her insides with my juice.

"No" she cried, "Not yet, please god not yet" as I pulled out, but then Charlie was there to take my place and her cries went back to, "Oh yes, oh god, make me cum, make me cum."

I told one of the other guys to take her mouth and I dressed and went back to my party.

The party petered out around three in the morning. I had looked in on the little group in my bedroom from time to time and they had been going strong so I left them to it and stayed out of the room to play host. When the last guest was gone I went back to the room and saw that Mel was gone and Charlie and Ben were getting dressed. Harry was buried to the balls in BJ and had her legs up on his shoulders. He was hitting her hard and fast and he looked over at me, "She's about fucked out. This isn't my first gangbang, but it is the first one where the broad never got to take a break. She's had a cock in her cunt since you left. She's so tired she can't even moan any more. It won't surprise me if she falls asleep when I cum and get off her."

I walked Charlie to the front door and he said, "Hell of a party dude; we need to do it again."

"If it works out they way I hope it will we can do it lots more before Mike comes home."

"You do know that he is going to kill you, right?"

"Only if he finds out and I'm not going to tell him, are you?"

"No, but what about BJ?"

"We will just have to see that she doesn't say a word. I should have taped this; it would have been great material to use as blackmail to see that she keeps her mouth shut."

"Hell dude, just tell her that you did. She isn't going to remember much about tonight anyway, except for the fucking."

When I got back to the room Harry was just finishing up and he got off the bed leaving BJ sprawled out, legs spread, and a river of cum running out of her box. Before he was even dressed we heard a light snore from BJ.

Harry chuckled, "What did I tell you. Good luck when she wakes up. Was I you I'd make damned sure I was awake when she wakes up. God only knows what she might do to you if she catches you asleep."

Then Harry was gone and I was all alone with BJ. Even sweaty and cum covered she had that certain something that made my dick hard. I debated shaking her awake and taking her one more time, but in the end I decided to let her rest. I'd wake her up in the morning by sliding her the old salami.

The only way I could make sure that I was awake when BJ woke up was to not go to sleep. I grabbed a book and propped myself up on the bed next to BJ and started reading. A couple of times I almost nodded off and the last time was around seven so I said to hell with the book and I put it down. I slid a finger into BJ's pussy and found that it was loose, but tight enough for what I had in mind. My cock began to rise to the occasion and I pushed her legs apart and mounted her. Her cunt had a nice hot and wet feel to it and I stroked into her for about a minute before she began to stir. I picked up the pace as she awakened and then she was looking up at me with a confused look on her face that seemed to ask, "What are you doing? You aren't Mike." But it had to be just the sleep wearing off because she knew last night when Charlie and I both dicked her at the same time that there was no Mike.

"What's the matter BJ? Wondering why only one cock is working on you? The others had to leave, but don't you worry sweetie, I'm going to see to it that you'll have plenty of cock from now on. I'll have you on your back until Mike gets home and maybe even after that. You looked good going after all that cock last night, damned good. You're not talking sweetie, nothing to say? Not even going to say thank you? Don't you want to tell me how much you appreciate my getting you all that cock?"

Under me BJ was starting to push her hips up at me. "That's it sweetie, show me how much you liked what I did for you."

BJ moaned and her legs came up and hooked around me. A couple of more strokes and her hands came up to hold me. "That's it BJ, that's it. Fuck me sweetie, be my bitch."

"Oh God" she sobbed, and I saw a tear run down her cheek. I picked up the pace and her hands slid from my shoulders down to my ass. I felt her nails dig in as she pulled me to her.

"That's it sweetie, pull me in, pull me deep inside."

She gave another sob and then her legs squeezed me tight and her nails bit deep as she had an orgasm. It is what I had been waiting for, for her to cum, and I rammed myself into her and ten or twelve strokes later I came.

I held myself over her and watched as she raised a hand and wiped the tears from her cheeks and then she said, "I have to go to the bathroom." I got off of her and watched as she walked to the bathroom. She was gone a good five minutes and when she came back, eyes downcast, she said, "I have to go home now."

"No BJ, what you have to do is come over here and suck my cock."

Still looking at the floor she was silent for several moments and then she said, "I can't. This is not right. I can't be doing this."

"Yes you can sweetie. You not only can, but you must. Unless of course you won't mind my sending Mike a copy of the video that I shot of you having fun last night. To keep me from sending that video you will have to take very good care of me. You will suck when I say suck and you will open your legs for me whenever I want. You don't have to of course, but think of the look on Mike's face when he sees you with your legs up on Harry's shoulders while you grab his ass with both hands and moan, "Oh god yes, like that, just like that." Or how about the scene where Charlie is fucking you from behind while you have your head in Ben's lap doing marvelous things with your mouth? Your choice sweetie, makes no never mind to me." Tears were streaming down her cheeks as I said, "Your choice BJ, but I need you to make it now. Either get down on your hands and knees and crawl over here and suck my cock or get your clothes and go home and wait to hear from Mike." I smiled as she sank to her knees and began to crawl toward me.